Girl from Margate

Yeah I watched TV the other night
And I saw you
Brought up on rough trade and cheap ale
By the seaside
All the things that you've seen
And all the things you've endured
Not much of a childhood
Nothing beautiful nothing pure

Aaahhhh

Your so called friends
They just used and abused you
Consigned to the scrap heap
Without so much as a thought
You said you'd show them
And you danced like never before
But they ridiculed and shamed you
And called you a slag and a whore

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls

Aaahhhh

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls

Aaahhhh

All the times you have had
All the places that you have been
All that you ever have wanted
All that you've ever believed
All the magic and colours
All the shades that are you
All the things you ever wanted
All the things that came true

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls

Aaahhhh

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls

Aaahhhh

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls

From the little girl in Margate
To the galleries of the world
Shout about it in charcoal
Shout about it in curls



Credits
Writer(s): Colm O Connell, Rory Mcdaid
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